I’m trying to write in my journal. But right now the plane I’m on is going through violent bumps and an unexpected descent. It’s scary. And gets me thinking.
Surviving modern life is very much a game of chance. How do I know this plane isn’t going down?
Of course the reassuring voice in my head pats me on the back and let’s me know it’s just turbulence. Bit there’s another part of me that says “You know…planes DO crash.”
No it doesn’t happen very often. In the grand scheme of things it’s almost nonexistent. I’ve been flying all my life and have know thousands of people who fly, and have flown all there lives. It hasn’t happened to anyone I know.
But it CAN happen. We’ve all seen it on the news: 
A plane crash is like a tiny straw that gets drawn from a sea of straws. Or a gunshot in a Russian Roulette game where the weapon has a million empty chambers and one live bullet.
How does one know that the flight he or she is on is not that one in a million short straw or Russian roulette bullet?
You don’t. Another reason to make the most of every day.
The plane settles down and the flight feels relaxed again. Seat-belt sign goes off. A flight attendant wheeling a cart say “Can I offer you something to drink?” I order sparkling water and lime. Let’s see, what was I writing about earlier…